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By christopher Submitted by chris Date: 2002 Mar 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.27.04.41.1007]] |
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you tell me to write a poem-- "purcell is such a cop-out"-- as you sit on the floor completing another collage and hildegard von bingen is a dim radiance in the bedroom so here it is even though i have nothing much to say and that's really okay yes of course i'm blessed with you and all we have-- never forget our escape!-- almost too late hardly too soon to be in this desert place of sun and sand and cactus bloom here there's room finally and i for one can breathe (music is holy but you have to listen) and outside now it is night the pavement glistens not with rain that hasn't fallen once since we've arrived but from sprinklers trying to make green what should be brown especially now especially here a place blessedly parched and beautifully sere-- there's no poem here not now not ever however you want to read it we've been through too much to lie for beautiful purposes so i won't i have no faith in anything but i'll have faith in us like i have faith in the seasons and everything that goes on and on without logic and without reasons this is treasonous talk for a love poem i know i know we'll go on too for things we may never be able to articulate fully so i say don't worry nothing is chance forget the steps we'll go on dancing |